Daydream

Somewhere we are camping

alongside water: a river,

stream, ocean

or rare desert oasis.

We hold hands. Our son

is talking to the water,

bowing with a mantis

in prayer, a tiny octopus

colors itself to his eyes.

How did we ever define

home, a place we make is nothing

compared to the redwood tree

we rest our bodies against.

We are

so small and soft.

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